The Flame Guardian from the Red Dragon Family nodded, he had never doubted Rudis's judgment.

"Send someone to spy on the golden clover, tsk, this is probably Nero's bad idea, if I were to do it at all, it will only startle the grass and make Brillouin vigilant in advance. Rudis said lightly, "But that's fine, now Brillouin should believe the information we provide." ”

The warrior of the Red Dragon Family showed a mysterious smile: "I hope that the magic of this Blizzard mage will not disappoint us, and he can bury a few more Silver Dragon Warriors and Ice Knights, so that our Red Dragon Family's voice in the territory of Azeroya will be greatly increased." ”

Both the Silver Dragon Warriors and the Glacier Knights are forces subordinate to the Vismal family, and it would be nice for the Yusel family to see both suffer losses at the same time.

It's not been a day or two since the Red Dragon Family coveted the fertile land of Azero, but the Vismal Family is too strong in Azero, and the other Dragon Vein Families are far away, and they are powerless to make a move.

This time, His Majesty the Emperor sent Rudis to help Caulfield deal with Constantine, in the eyes of the Yusel family, it is undoubtedly a good opportunity, if you can take this opportunity to enter Azeroya to get a piece of the pie, and even greatly weaken the strength of the Vismal family, it is simply a great blessing.

The secret fighting and fighting between the dragon vein families has never stopped for hundreds of years.

"It would have been better if he or His Highness Constantine had 'accidentally' killed Nero or other important members of the Vismal family. Rudis chuckled.

He didn't mention Caulfield's name, obviously in the eyes of the old man, even Constantine, who had won the Holy Empire Martial Arts Conference, was still too unrealistic to defeat the Dragon Knight Marquis of the Silver Dragon Family.

......

Constantine, who was far away in the valley of the Central Mountains, did not know that a storm was coming, and while Rudis was trying to pit the Silver Dragon Family, he had been talking to Rhaegar for more than half a month.

Twelve years have not seen each other, and the two have become estranged from each other, but they still seem to retain some of the tacit understanding between each other when they were young.

Rhaegar reported to him all the activities of the rebels in recent years, as well as the many events that had taken place during the struggle.

Rhaegar spoke of these things in as calm a tone as he could, but the gloom and sadness between his brows could not be concealed in any way.

After knowing Constantine's intention to come to the Central Mountains this time, Rhaegar didn't say anything, just nodded faintly.

The reaction of the rebels was very different, and the bearded Tren immediately informed the rebel fighters in Sunset Valley of Constantine's identity.

The excitement they showed when they learned of this frightened even Constantine himself.

As it turned out, Constantine did underestimate the appeal of House Elliott in the hearts of the people of Azerolia, and when he learned that he was the son of the surviving Grand Duke of Winterfell, Rhaegar said, the whole village boiled.

Constantine suddenly became the focus of everyone.

When he appeared in the valley, the warriors rushed to hug him, the old men waved at him with tears in their eyes, and the children looked at him with curiosity and adoration, as if he were the hero of medieval mythology.

When he noticed that everyone's eyes were eagerly focused on the young mage, who seemed to be out of place with the traditional image of the Winter Lord, Constantine knew that the responsibility of his life had increased from then on.

Frankly speaking, he is still a seventeen-year-old young man, and although he has adventures and has abilities and minds that go far beyond appearances, he is still only a teenager who has transitioned to the youth stage, and is not yet fully prepared to be a leader.

He knew very well that participating in a battle and leading a war were two different things, and as a strong man, he could rush into the enemy line without fear and fight the enemy with sword and magic.

But when he is in the position of leader, what he needs to do is to maximize the safety of his subordinates and lead them to victory.

But first, he had to make sure he built up enough credibility in his ranks, as he had said during his year at the Maple Tavern, to convince the rebels that he was capable of saving them.

In the past half a month, he met with every survivor of Winterfell, talked to them, and learned about their lives and pasts.

All the rebel fighters expressed their loyalty to the House of Elliottard and the old principality, and expressed their willingness to follow Constantine's orders.

But looking at the reverence and hope in everyone's eyes, Constantine felt a lot heavier on his shoulders.

"Do you think we can make it?" Constantine sat in the hut provided for him by the villagers, staring at the moonlight in the night sky, his tone showing a rare wavering.

"The opponent is a behemoth like the Dragon Lance Dynasty, if you fail to restore the country, in my eyes, it is actually a normal thing, in theory, the probability of your success is almost zero. ”

Roland said lightly, "It's a pity, your father's people don't think so, in the eyes of them who don't know you, as the only descendant of the Elliottard family, the son of the Northland Sword Saint, it is a matter of course to lead them to victory, this hope is the motivation to support them to fight, so you must not fail." ”

Constantine sighed.

Sensing Constantine's vacillating mood, Roland's face became much more serious: "The most important thing is that you must also firmly believe that you will not fail, even if there is a trace of hesitation in your heart. ”

"However, I don't think it's possible to watch so many people die for me, for an illusory ideal. ”

Constantine said this with difficulty, and suddenly the names of the densely packed dead in the woods that Rhaegar had shown him.

At that time, he told Rhaegar in a firm tone that they would be the final victors, and in order for someone to remember the names of these forgotten warriors in the future, Rhaegar did not reply to him, but chose to remain silent.

Constantine now suddenly understood that Rhaegar was silent because similar words had probably been repeated countless times in his heart over the past twelve years, but each time, reality had put a cruel defeat in front of Rhaegar in front of him.

Reality, it's really not a fairy tale.

Constantine smiled a little tiredly: "I know Brother Rhaegar better than everyone else, he was the strongest and best winter man back then, a truly great knight commander, but you can also see that now he has no interest in leading the rebels to launch an uprising, and I can see that he has become disheartened." ”

"What he couldn't even do in twelve years, I can't do, perhaps, even less. Constantine bowed his head wordlessly.

Roland looked at him and narrowed his eyes, "So you're going to give up on yourself? Or just run away." ”

Constantine sighed: "I'm also a little dazed now. ”

He also had similar feelings after entering the Royal Academy of Magic, when faced with countless heavy schoolwork, and finally it was Ola who guided him out of the shadow of self-doubt in his heart.

But this time, the problem in front of him was more difficult than ever, because he could not allow mistakes in this question, and if he got it wrong, the result would be the death of countless people.

Roland said, "That day in the arena, you successfully cracked my [Heavenly Judgment] and defeated me. ”

Constantine didn't know why he brought it up at this time, and in retrospect, it seemed like it had happened a long time ago.

"I don't know what you saw in the [Heavenly Judgment] that day, but the result is that at that time, you were able to bravely face your heart and the sins you had committed in the past, so you did not succumb to the light in the end. ”

Roland said slowly, "You have so many people's blood on your hands, why do you want to back down now when you were able to carry this weight and have a clear conscience?"

"This time is different," Constantine shook his head, "I would like to bear my fate, but my father's people, they are innocent, and there is no need for them to get involved in these things and pay the price of blood. ”

What Constantine didn't say was that the root of everything actually came from the Heavenly Gate back then, and the background of the Heavenly Gate's appearance was related to his mother.

In a sense, it was his complex background that brought about the fall of Winterfell and the death of so many people of Azero.

Roland looked at him quietly: "The so-called king is originally to have the courage to bear the fate of all his people, regard his own fate as part of the fate of all of them, and take it for granted, you can't do it because your heart is not strong enough now." ”

Constantine laughed self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps, after all, I am not His Majesty the Holy Empire and the royal family of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, and I can even watch my children kill each other and be indifferent." ”

For some reason, Constantine suddenly remembered the little girl who spent a childhood with him when he was in Winterfell, and if Gayan was in his place, he would definitely do much better than himself.

Compared to himself, Kayan, who is a dragon vein, is more suitable to become the king in Roland's mouth.

Roland didn't speak, turned and left the room, he knew that it was useless to say more, and the rest was up to Constantine to comprehend it himself.

In the future, this world may have one less simple teenager and one more thoughtful, cold and rational leader of the rebels, but Roland doesn't care about Constantine's own feelings.

He only needs to ensure the safety of his master at the critical moment of responsibility, and remind him at the right time to let him abandon the weakness in his heart, so that he can take on the great cause.

Roland has read many biographies of emperors and generals, and knows that many great people have to go through a psychological struggle before they can usher in real growth, and finally usher in a leap and transformation, this stage is indispensable in their growth process, and it cannot be escaped.

And all Roland has to do is speed up the process as much as possible.

The paladin walked on the empty mountain path, breathing the pure air of the mountain sword at night, and his heart was very calm, as if the divine magic in his body could not wave.

The cross-sword hilt at his waist shimmered pale gold in the night.

Suddenly, the paladin raised his head and caught a silver falcon wandering around the mountain peak not far away, like a silver thread running through the night like ink.

"Goshawk, messenger of House Vismal. Roland blinked, surprised at what he had found.

The students of the Palatine Academy have taken courses on how to distinguish the coat of arms and common things between the dragon vein families.

As the leader of the academy, Roland Austin got a close to perfect score in the course of Dragon Vein Family History, and knows a lot of strange history that ordinary students don't know.

One of the allusions he knew was that many high-ranking members of the Dragon Vein family had a habit of keeping falcons in history, and these well-trained falcons were responsible for transmitting important information between wars, and it can be said that these flying goshawks played a major role in the victory of the Dragon Lance Dynasty in one battle after another.

Is it just a coincidence that the Vismal Eagle's Falcon appeared near Sunset Valley this night?

Roland vaguely smelled a bit of conspiracy.

...

Tonight's moonlight was a little drowsy, with dark clouds covering the sky of the central mountain range, and a faint roar of thunder could be heard in the clouds.

There is something in the wind.

In the silence of the sunset valley, people curled up in their nests and wandered in their dreams, and some rebel soldiers, such as the bearded Tren, toasted each other at the drinking table in the wooden hut with a few former comrades, and excitedly discussed the possible outbreak of insurrection in the future.

"Man, His Highness Constantine is back, let's toast to the return of the great Descendants of Winter. ”

For the past few decades, Tren's mood has been very high, "I believe that in the near future, we will be able to see the banner of Winter fluttering again at the head of Sunset City, and it is time for the old bastard of Calfield to roll back to the Dragonlance Dynasty with those silver dragon cubs from the land where we Azerotans have lived for generations." ”

Several old comrades-in-arms also echoed him.

However, there are always thoughtful people, such as a low-ranking knight who served in Winterfell, Koopa, who is not so optimistic about the future.

Hearing Tren's words, Koopa shook his head disapprovingly: "I don't think so, His Royal Highness Constantine is still too young, although I can see that he is a very powerful magician, but so what? The magicians of the Dragon Lance Dynasty grabbed a handful, and a few great magicians came over at random, I am afraid that all of us will be wiped out, and His Highness alone will not be able to play any role, after all, he is not the Archduke of Elliottard back then." ”

"Unless he can reach his father's height, or use his magic to drag the dead Blizzard mages back from their graves one by one, but you and I both know that the odds of that happening are too small. Cooper, who had been fighting with Rhaegan for many years, said in a pessimistic tone.